THE PUPPET KING DONALD

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Dec 21, 2020

They wanted a new king to sit him up on a puppet throne 
All they got was an old king that went on digging up bones 
Never mind they say we can control him just pull his strings 
His strings were all but broken the puppet man had awoken 
The taste of freedom he had taken the rest is left unspoken 
                                                   IV
The committee said have no fear he can and will be broken 
Making fancy speech the sort to impeach that horrible Grinch 
Saying just follow our wish or your bones we will bury in the ditch 
I think not the puppet man reply I like it here more than anywhere 
And so, the saga remains the puppet man fame or are we to blame 
Hail to the puppet King, hail Donald.

 

Tags: Metaphor, Depressing, Confused, Imagery, Abstract,

 

 

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